with a line from Mark Doty, Verge
Some things wear their becoming,
like this blueberry, for example,
plump and perfectly indigo
surrounded by pinky-red brothers and sisters,
it boasts to be chosen
falls easily into my palm
joyfully plinks the plastic bucket.
On this dewy June morning,
I wander from bush to bush
silent in my reverie
picking, picking, picking.
The berries do not wear a costume.
They linger here in this field
waiting for the juicing of the sun’s rays,
becoming all I need
to take summer in
to hold on to the gift of life.
–Margaret Simon, all rights reserved
June 6, 2014 by margaretsmn